Behead God: You will eventually become a god!

"Wait a minute, don't do anything, I'm really telling the truth."

Seeing that the 'human ceiling' in front of him suddenly became more powerful, the white-haired man quickly spoke.

He was afraid that if he was a little late, he would be chopped into pieces by the other party.

Ye Fan's eyes narrowed slightly.

In fact, he was also testing someone, but if the result of the test was not satisfactory, it was not recommended to kill him directly. Let him die in his own words. If he was not prepared to confess everything, this would be the outcome.

"How can you, with just a few of you, shake the kingdom of God, Takamagahara?"

"It's Takama-ga-hara. Something happened in Takama-ga-hara. Although I haven't been there in person, I have evidence.

One of them is considered the boss of our organization. He was originally the agent of the Japanese god. One day, he felt that the law seemed to be returning to heaven and earth, and his divine power became extremely weak, so he went back. When he appeared again, his heart had become the heart of a god. "

The white-haired man told everything he knew in one breath.

Ye Fan was a little shocked when he heard it.

The fall of the gods of Takama-ga-hara seemed to correspond to the words of Senior Hei Wuchang.

But getting the heart of a god seems a little outrageous. Can the human body withstand this?

Or is it that after the death of the gods, their bodies have become very fragile, and their energy has returned to heaven and earth, becoming strong enough for humans to control.

"You have finished speaking. I will believe you for now. What awaits you next is the rest of your life in the fasting center." Ye Fan did not intend to go back on his word. This was just a trivial matter to him.

"I think I'm still somewhat useful." The white-haired man rolled his eyes.

"For example, I can go back as an undercover agent and report intelligence to you, or tell you his location, and then we can ambush him together and kill him, or imprison him."

Ye Fan didn't expect him to say this and couldn't help being a little shocked.

When fellow villagers meet, they shoot each other in the back?

But I can't believe it completely. Who knows if he will run back and not say a word?

The white-haired man was so particular and smart. He knew that doing so would not make the other party completely trust him, so he injected another safety shot and said:

"I can accept any of your poisons that have no antidote, for example, I can take one pill and leave the antidote with you. I have to get the antidote regularly, otherwise I will die from the poison.

Or maybe you can leave something in my soul, so you can trust me, right?"

"Do you think this is a movie? Where did the poison pill come from..." Uzumaki interrupted because this was too outrageous.

"We naturally have the soul means." Ye Fan ignored the interruption of Whirlpool and continued talking with the white-haired man. He felt that this plan seemed feasible.

If it succeeds, at least in terms of apparent power, the Great Xia God will have one less rival and one less enemy.

"But how can you guarantee that you won't die and pass on this news?"

"How is this possible?!" The white-haired man sounded a little dissatisfied and interrupted immediately.

"I hate that bastard so much, how can I help him? Besides, my life is much more valuable than his. Even if a hundred of him die, it is not as good as one of me."

Ye Fan silently labeled this person: suspected of being afraid of death, suspected of wanting to betray the organization, suspected of being a fence-sitter.

And think about it.

Even if he passed the news back and took precautions in advance, it would not have any impact on him and others, because they didn't know where the other party was anyway.

"can."

Golden Buddha light rose up from the ground, and in the golden light, a circle-shaped object slowly solidified and emerged, looking like a tight hoop.

As this thing gradually slipped out of Ye Fan's hand, it flew through the air and floated in front of the white-haired man, as if it was about to be put on him, a bit like Tang Monk putting the tight hoop on Sun Wukong.

The white-haired man looked at this thing and did not resist.

In fact, if he wanted to resist now, he could still do so, because this thing acted on the soul, and his soul strength at the peak of the Klein realm was not weak.

The shining golden hoop is like the Buddha coming to the world.

When it got close to the white-haired man's head, it instantly disappeared into the air.

At this moment, the white-haired man had a somewhat ferocious expression on his face. When the tight hoop was put around his soul, it touched his soul, causing him a tearing pain.

After a while,

The white-haired man finally recovered from the pain.

He looked at his body at this time, and the restraining force had disappeared long ago. It seemed that the cooperation between the two parties had been reached, and he had already made amends for his crime.

"According to the original plan, I have to go to the area of Asgard first. There is something I need to pick up. This is the task he gave me." The white-haired man said without hesitation.

"Your business is your business. I won't care about you. But don't forget that your life is in my hands." Ye Fan said with his golden eyes, his aura gradually restrained.

Then the white-haired man said a few more words.

Then it turned into a white light and disappeared into the distance.

"Let's go back. We have to hold a homecoming banquet for Xiaochen today." Wang Mianling said in mid-air.

"Yes, yes, let's go back quickly. We are a little hungry." Uzumaki said with a smile, touching his belly.

"All you do is eat all day. I'll eat you to death." Qiangwei retorted.

Then everyone looked at each other and laughed.

"Now that everything is settled, I will go back to the headquarters. I don't have as much free time as you do."

Ye Fan looked at the people who were fighting, said something, and then left in a flash of golden light.

"Let's go back too."

Four figures were flying in the air, rushing towards a certain direction.